A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Jiang Xia was inwardly laughing so hard she almost fell over, but outwardly she wouldn't back down an inch: "Oh, Teacher Yan. That's not right of you. Something that's clearly worth 20 yuan, you're only giving me 10?"

"Hey! How can you calculate it like that? It takes time to make these things. It would be much better to give them to me, and I'll give you the money right away. That way you can go and buy grain directly."

"As the eldest brother, I can't mistreat my younger sister!"

"Okay!" Yan Fugui gritted his teeth: "I'll raise the price by three yuan! I'll also clean these three rooms for you. When you come back and feel the dust, just slap this door with your slap!"

Yan Fugui turned his old face to the side and gestured towards Jiang Xia.

The master's wife had already walked around the house once and was now walking this way.

Yan Fugui gritted his teeth and gave his bottom line: "How about this, I'll give you two more dried salted fish as a bargaining chip. Take it or leave it~~~~"

"Oh dear, young comrade, you should just agree. Think of your sister!"

Seeing that Yan Fugui was so desperate that he even gave away dried salted fish, Jiang Xia guessed that he really didn't have much money left.

After pretending to hesitate for a while, he finally nodded in agreement under Yan Fugui's expectant gaze.

"Alright, Teacher Yan. I respect you as my teacher, so I'll take the loss this time. But let's make this clear first, you know that this Wulingzhi needs to be processed, right? They might not accept this stuff directly from a pharmacy."

Yan Fugui had already started calculating his own profits the moment Jiang Xia nodded. He was no longer paying attention to Jiang Xia's further explanation.

"One yuan per jin, fifty jin for fifty yuan, rounded up, that's two months' salary! What a steal!"

Yan Fugui grinned widely and held out his palm: "Xiao Jiang, I won't say anymore, I won't say anymore. The scholar has no regrets!"

Jiangxia understood and also reached out his hand.

"Snapped"

"Snapped"

"Snapped"

Three hits in quick succession, and the contract is complete!

Then Yan Fugui turned around, his long gown fluttering, and when he turned back, he was holding a large black ten and a Jinggangshan in his hand.

Jiang Xia's mouth dropped open: "Grandpa, where did you get this money from?"

Yan Fugui blushed and muttered something about how dangerous the world is and how unpredictable people are, so naturally they had to find a good place for their money.

Jiang Xia looked embarrassed and could only open his bag and let Yan Fugui stuff the money directly into it.

What a pungent excuse, exchanging it for pungent money.

After finishing these tasks, I saw my master's wife walking over quickly.

Yan Fugui said he would find someone to help Jiangxia clean up, and then quickly ran away, ignoring his teacher's wife's amused gaze.

The teacher's wife approached and tugged at Jiang Xia's ahoge (cowlick): "You little rascal!"

"I've taken a look, and the house is generally fine, except the tiles need to be replaced. The two cracks in the back wall also need to be repaired."

It turned out that the teacher's wife had gone around to check the main structure of the house.

Jiang Xia then noticed that a large piece of the roof tile in the corner of the middle room was missing. If the tile hadn't been broken, those big flying rats wouldn't have been able to get into the room.

Just as Jiang Xia and his teacher's wife were discussing how to repair the house...

Yan Fugui rushed home without thinking and started yelling at his family members, telling them to come with him to clean the house.

Unexpectedly, the three women threw a pile of white stuff at him.

Yan Fugui's eldest son, Yan Jiefang, was also holding a wooden stick and glaring at him menacingly.

Yan Fugui licked the white particles hanging from the corner of his mouth. It was salt!

Yan Fugui immediately flew into a rage: "What the hell! You can't just sprinkle salt anywhere!"

The three women were holding a black earthenware pot, with one hand reaching inside. Seeing Yan Fugui get angry, they raised their hand again, as if to lash out.

"Honey, have you been tainted by something unclean?"

Yan Fugui ignored her, but instead pulled up the hem of his long gown and caught the salt grains that slipped off his body.

"This is salt! I bought it with money! Quickly bring the earthenware pot, it's still usable."

"Then tell me, why did you give that young man money! This is not how you should behave!"

Hey! Woman!

Yan Fugui raised his head, eager to tell his wife how much of a bargain he had just gotten.

But then she caught a glimpse of the middle-aged women and young wives who had gathered at the door, and stopped talking. She shook the hem of her long gown.

"Enough with the talk, let's take this back first. It's such a waste; it could have been used to pickle a fish."

Seeing that Yan Fugui was still as stingy as ever, the third aunt secretly breathed a sigh of relief, moved closer to him, and began shoveling salt into the jar.

Yan Jiefang, standing to the side, weighed the wooden stick in his hand and reluctantly put it down.

“Hey, a new young man came in, he also works at the steel rolling mill. But his family is poor, and his sister in the countryside can't even afford to eat. I couldn't bear to see that, so I lent him some money.”

"It's nothing serious, I'm just the third oldest in the courtyard! I'm just kind-hearted!"

Yan Fugui's speech moved even himself, and he began to sway his head back and forth.

Upon hearing this, everyone inside and outside the house curled their lip in disapproval. Someone as stingy as you, who'd rather scrape the flesh from a mosquito's leg, wouldn't be so generous. There must be some hidden reason.

Looking at the two people in white uniforms next to the house, everyone started to imagine what they were seeing.

"Uncle, since you're so kind, please help my family. We've been having a really tough month!"

A sharp sound came from behind them.

The crowd parted, and a fat figure appeared in front of Yan Fugui.

With a head of gray hair, his small, triangular eyes were slightly narrowed. He pretended to wipe the corner of his eye with one hand, while holding a messy double-stitched insole in the other.

"Uncle, my son Dongxu has offended someone this month and was fined half his wages by the factory. We can't even afford to eat!"

Yan Fugui was a little depressed. He was having a run of bad luck. Why did he have to step in dog poop again when he went out?

Fortunately, the commotion at the Intermediate Court drew everyone's attention.

Two figures were seen chasing each other as they ran towards the front yard.

"Xu Damao! You son of a bitch!!! I'll kill you today!!"

As he spoke, the figure behind lunged forward and grabbed the horse-faced man who was running away.

With his feet firmly planted and his waist and stance perfectly aligned, he lifted the horse-faced man halfway up the ground before slamming him down hard.

The horse-faced man was thrown around so hard he was completely disoriented and couldn't get up for a while, just lying on the ground groaning in pain.

The man with the long, narrow face glared at the horse-faced man, grabbed him by the collar, and yelled, "You little bastard! All you ever do is act like a villain, huh? Tell me! What did you just say about me?"

"If I don't beat the shit out of you today, I'm not a He!"

The man with the long, narrow face cursed as he began slapping the horse-faced man's head inexplicably.

An old woman followed closely behind.

While forcefully pulling the shoehorn's face back, he shouted loudly, "Help! Everyone come and try to persuade him!"

"Silly Zhu is acting foolish again!"

The man with the long, narrow face hesitated for a moment, perhaps not wanting to hurt the old woman behind him. The horse-faced man beneath him seized the opportunity and pushed outwards with all his might.

With a "crack," the horse-faced man's white detached collar was ripped off, and he, like a fat maggot, wriggled and crawled out from under the shoehorn-faced man's body.

Once freed, Horse Face wanted to rush out of the courtyard.

I glanced over and... huh?

Two people in white uniforms were standing in front of the east wing.

Overjoyed, he bent his knees and rushed towards the east wing.

"Comrade! Comrade! Help!"